First World Problem Child (feat. Sam Carter)

Every rich white kid's got something to say

Shut the fuck up

First world problem child

Yo, you lost your way

Born on easy street

Never step foot on MLK

Easy livin' in your position

With a white last name

Pre-conditioned to be the villain

Another suburban day

Every rich white kid's got something to say

Shut the fuck up

Every rich white kid's got something to say

Shut the fuck up

Fortunate and favored

You spit the same old flavor

You can use the taste of another race

What's it like to be your neighbor?

Knock knock, I'm comin' in hot

We don't need a key, we can break the lock

To your gated house, show the sheltered the real shit

Bring the motherfuckin' truth out

I'm a surgeon with a switchblade

I'll cut you, see if you still bleed

You wouldn't know a problem

'Cause you got everything you need

I got iron in my arteries

You got a wall between yourself and reality

Show the sheltered the real shit

Bring the motherfuckin' truth out

Bring the motherfuckin' truth out

Show the sheltered the real shit

Bring the motherfuckin' truth out

Bring the motherfuckin' truth out

Every rich white kid's got something to say

Shut the fuck up